Truth has less meaning.
Until it affects.
Truth has less meaning.
And seems easy,
To reject...
It.
Then storms come.
To cloud and darken the sky.
And then storms come.
Leaving some to wonder why.
It's there but many turn away.
It's there but many disbelieve it.
The truth when it is on display,
Some choose...
Not to receive it.
Then storms come,
To stay.
Then storms come.
Then storms come.
To stay.
Then storms come.
Truth is there but many turn away.
Truth is there but many,
Disbelieve it.
The truth is there but many,
Turn away.
The truth is there but...
Disbelieved.
Then storms come to stay.
Then storms come,
Defining meaning of truth.
Then storms come to stay.
Then storms come,
Without approving truth to choose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem